April 29, 2006
Liz was in town this week. I took off from work early on Tuesday cos we had a plan to meet over by St. Marks and then walk to Williamsburg and get some coffee or something. I had heard that morning that the grand rabbi of the Satmar sect of Hasidic Jews had died and that thousands had taken to the streets of the WB. So I was totally psyched to take pictures...But we made our way over the bridge and into the burg with nary a jew in site. Very anticlimatic.
But we still had fun visiting the Roebling Tea Room, which I have been meaning to check out since it opened. My chai was good, as was the lemonade with ginger that Liz got. The place has a backyard and lots of space for hanging out inside and I think I would definitley go back to try the food as well.
It was me & Jim's 5th wedding anniversary on Friday. FIVE fucking years, can you believe that? Me neither. So while I was away on biz last week Jim installed flower boxes outside our apartment as a surprise...and wait, this is the cutest part...he filled them with pink & orange flowers just like my wedding bouquet. Awwwwwwww, you wanna puke now right?
So yeah, the flower boxes are the most exciting thing to happen here in forever! I told everyone I knew about it. I know, I know...lame, lame, lame. I went to see the Supersuckers last Thursday night. Doesn't that give me any punk rock points? Don't they both just cancel each other out? Or have I totally given it all up?
What if I said the show sucked... it would be all over then right? Well it did. Not flat out SUUUUUUUCKED. But y'know...Ok, first off, the show was at Avalon. That's the old Limelight to people who went to clubs in the 90's...I personally haven't been there since like 1993 or something, and that was in some completely drugged-out haze that doesn't allow me to remember details.
I do know that now the club is even more cheesey. And a weak-ass vodka tonic cost 10 bucks. And the Supersuckers didn't play Doublewide, I Want the Drugs or She's My Bitch. And yes, I expect ALL the hits when I am paying money. I don't give a shit how the band feels about it.
So me, Jim, Linda & Chris could not get a cab after the show to save our lives...and it was 11:15 on a Thursday...how does that happen? And while we are making our way from Avalon to Union Square and trying unsuccessfully to hail a taxi, I was bitching about the show and Chris was literally screaming at me "C'Mon Noreen!!!!! I thought this was gonna be our THING!!!!!!! OUR THING!!!!! C'mon! This could be our THING!" By which I think he meant that the four of us could go see the Supersuckers every time they were in town or something like that, but I was laughing too hard to ask what exactly he meant by "thing" and why we needed one.
Michelob Ultra tastes like a chemical spill.
That whole acid burned graffiti on the trains freaks the shit outta me. I'm fine with the graffiti part, its the idea of little hoodlums carrying acid that keeps me up at night. Electro-graf, on the other hand, rocks. Here's video of LED throwies.
I cry during episodes of Scrubs. Its a comedy for god's sake...what is wrong with me?
April 24, 2006
I'm linking this story solely for the photo...It's like the Insane Clown Posse gone even more retarded. Sweet.
So when on my flight the other day, like literally two hours into a six hour flight, they made the "if anyone on this plane is a doctor or a nurse, could they please come up to the front of the plane?" announcement...which I had only seen on tv and in the movies up until this point...and I was all OH SHIT! and practically jumped into the lap of the grandma-type woman who was sitting next to me. Not kidding.
And then, that seemed to be it...Nothing else was said...the lady next to me gave me some of her candy and I gave her a magazine and everyone was so calm and relaxed and non-freaking-out that I was shocked when we were met by paramedics on the runway four hours later. We couldn't get off the plane until they took the still sick passenger off first. Completely understandable. I have to give a thumbs up to Alaska Airlines for seriously keeping any hint of hysteria down during that incident.
They did however, serve extra bad food, charge 10 bucks for a personal video player to watch a movie, have really bad selections on said movie player (I was forced to watch The Family Stone for christs sake!) and generally sucked in myriad ways.
But what I did not get - that I was waiting on expectantly - was any forced Christianity. I had heard that Alaska Airlines includes prayers with their food tray, but I got nothing! No prayer at all, not even a fortune. What's up?!
Are you ironic enough to rock the phobile?
Scientists identify neurons that allow people to choose one item over another. And the emerging field of neuro-economics may be the most frightening discovery ever.
I got friggin sick again and spent the weekend in bed! IT SUCKED! Jimmy-pop was in Maryland walking for MS, kicking butt and taking names. And while proud of him, I was totally hurting for attention and orange juice.
April 20, 2006
I had to go to the San Juan Islands in Washington this week for software training for work. I was kinda not into it to begin with...ok, I bitched and moaned and dragged my feet and actively tried to get out of it... But it ended up being a much nicer experience than I thought it would be.
And I have to admit, that area of the country is fucking gorgeous. My hosts insisted on taking me to see these friggin tulip fields, as they have an annual tulip festival there and all the bulbs were in bloom. Cool and all, but you know, you see one tulip you've seen them all...
But the islands themselves were super cool and the view off of Deception Pass on Whibley Island was amazing.
Anyway, I'm done, the trip is finally behind me, whoo-hoo!
Where does your myspace profile go when you die?
April 7, 2006
I've been home sick two days now and I'm kinda enjoying the forced exile. I really needed the break from work. Not enjoying the actual sick part, but I'm willing to take it for the stay-in-bed-and-watch-tv part.
Sarah found the infamous Sniper Vodka for Jim's bday last Wednesday, bless her heart. Shots of Jim with said gun are sure to follow.
Can one of my friends with a car ('cos yeah, there are soooo many of those) take me to Target sometime soon? Please? We need a lamp.
So we were looking for tourist stuff to do with Jim's parents last week and ended up going to the NY Transit Museum.
We learned a bunch of cool factiods like that the trains were at one point mostly elevated and refered to as "the El", and that the Brooklyn Dodgers were originally named the "Brooklyn Trolley Dodgers". "Trolley Dodger" was some sort of insult Manhattanites used to refer to anyone from Brooklyn, due to all the street car lines in Brooklyn at the time. Kinda like the "bridge and tunnel" insult of today...or do people still use that one with Brooklyn being somewhat cool now?
Anyhoo, the MTA totally skipped over the whole 70's/80's graffiti period at the museum which is totally wack if you ask me. Isn't that what the NYC subway is known for? And they devoted a ridiculous amount of space and signage to singing the praises of the MetroCard. Seriously - they called it "revolutionary" which made me want to spray paint "you don't know what revolution is" over their biased transit development timeline.
Next time we have visitors we wanna hit the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. They have this cool cherry blossom map that tells you when the trees are in bloom.
There's a leprechuan in Mobile Alabama.
A sweet hopping two legged dog!
April 3, 2006
There is constantly a stack of unread books by my bed. It is made up of a lot of freebie galleys that I have picked up at book shows, but also by books I have purchased that for whatever reason I never can make myself start. So while I was in Boston on business last week I brought a bunch of them to force myself into reading them. And it worked!
Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk was, like the rest of his stuff, creepily disturbing and fun and sad and dark and subversive...and I can't figure out why I was putting off reading it, cos I would recommend it highly.
I know why I avoided reading Everything is Illuminated though...it was just fucking everywhere when it came out and the praise was overwhelming and I thought it couldn't possibly be that good and that I would find it really pretentious...and who they hell is excited by "historical fiction" anyway? But, ohmygod, I LOVED that book. It made me continually laugh out loud and I had to stop reading it in public because I was looking like a psycho.
A recent British study found that more than a third of all respondents buy certain books solely to "look intelligent."
Arrested Development won't be moving anywhere.
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